Lawn Outside the Dorms [Sunday Afternoon]
Chuck was not a fighter, by any stretch of the imagination, and usually spent these invasions safely holed up indoors if at all possible, leaving the heroics to the people who liked swords, or could punch someone out without even trying. It was better that way.
This invasion however? He was in his element. Of course he was. It only took one restart at the dorms lobby yesterday to figure out the lay of the rules and since then he hadn't had much trouble hording coins, dodging turtle shells and jumping on toothy mushrooms.
He wasn't venturing far from the dorms, simply because he didn't need to to play at this. He'd set his sights on clearing the lawn outside the dorms entrance. Waging war on the creatures that dared to come near him here was good enough for him.
... And maybe he liked the option of running back indoors when spiky balls or turtle shells flew at his head.
Still. He was helping!
[[Open, should anyone else who can still leave the dorms want to join his ground defense.]]
This invasion however? He was in his element. Of course he was. It only took one restart at the dorms lobby yesterday to figure out the lay of the rules and since then he hadn't had much trouble hording coins, dodging turtle shells and jumping on toothy mushrooms.
He wasn't venturing far from the dorms, simply because he didn't need to to play at this. He'd set his sights on clearing the lawn outside the dorms entrance. Waging war on the creatures that dared to come near him here was good enough for him.
... And maybe he liked the option of running back indoors when spiky balls or turtle shells flew at his head.
Still. He was helping!
[[Open, should anyone else who can still leave the dorms want to join his ground defense.]]